"Gus, do you mind?" George asked, cocking his head towards the door and the yelling Atticus. Gus grinned and vanished. A few seconds later everyone in the room heard a loud THUNK, and Atticus' yelling ceased immediately. Gus reappeared in the room.

"Take him somewhere where he can't bother us," George instructed wearily. He didn't care where. He just wanted to be rid of the warlock. Mischevious looks appeared on Gus', Ezra's and Phineas' faces, and they all disappeared at once. Their laughter could be heard as they picked up the unconscious undead and carried him off to who knows where.

Now rid of one problem, George turned back to Leota.

"Okay…what's this plan of yours?"

"Ever heard of possession?" Leota asked him.

"Yes, of course," George replied, annoyed, "You don't think I've tried it before? It doesn't work."

"You can't just walk up to someone and jump into their body," Leota snapped, "It takes serious amounts of magic…and fortunately, at this time, I have it."

George's look of annoyance changed to one of discomfort.

"What are you suggesting?"

"The girl isn't catching on to our hints. We need to give her a more direct message. And I think you can do that…with the help of her friend."

"Are you saying you want to put me into the body of a sixteen year old?" George asked incredulously.

"It's just a simple possession spell…I SHOULD be able to return you," Leota said, reassuringly, but even she was a little unsure about the results of the spell. George shook his head.

"This is rediculous! We don't even know if it'll work! What if-" George started to babble, but Leota just sighed.

"Oh, shut up and stand still." She psychically flipped her spellbook to a page with the heading 'Possession,' which looked as if it was scrawled in blood. Despite George's complaints, she read the spell.

Release this spirit from the realm of the dead,

Insert his mind into another's head,

Give him control of a human life

So we may settle this ruckus and strife.

George's whining was drowned out by a sudden burst of wind that came from nowhere. It whipped through the room, causing Leota to rattle on her pedestal and the tarot cards on her table began to flap and flutter about furiously. The musical instruments that she had kept in her room for seances to contact the dead started to fly about too, and the mysterious wind caused them to produce strange, off-key notes and sounds.

The wind then circled itself around George, who started to squint from the wind blowing through him. Leota herself even rose into the air from the wind, and she watched George battle against the strong wind. All of a sudden, there was an anticlimactic little poit sound, and George was gone.

Leila and Paul were late. As they rushed through the empty hallways to their class, they were arguing. Leila's blond hair whipped around her face as Paul's strings from his hoodie hit his face.

"We're gonna miss the test!" Leila complained.

"Well if you hadn't taken so long to find your purse in your locker!" Paul retorted.

"Hey! A purse is the high school girl's number one necessity!"

"Oh yeah? Well I think-"

But Leila never got to hear just what Paul thought, because he had collapsed on the ground.

"Paul!" Leila yelped, dropping to his side. He had landed face down, and when she turned him over, she held back a scream.

Paul's mouth was slightly agape and his eyes were bright white. It looked as if he was dead, but he was still breathing.

"Oh god. Oh god, oh god," Leila said, panicking. She didn't know whether to get help or stay with him. All of a sudden, his eyes snapped shut and opened again. They looked normal, but a little unfocused.

"Paul?" Leila whispered to him. He sat up immediately, blinking and shaking his head.

"Bloody hell," he muttered. His voice sounded a little different – kind of like he had a bit of a British accent.

"Paul, are you okay?" Leila asked him. He turned to her.

"Oh, it's you!" he said happily, "I need you to come with me."

"What?"

"We need your help – haven't you been getting Leota's messages?"

Leila stood up slowly, and Paul did the same. Leila stared at him as he looked at his clothes and seemed to examine himself.

"Is this what passes for fasion these days? Good lord."

Leila backed away, confused.

"Paul?" she said slowly, "Is that you?"

"Oh, no, terribly sorry," Paul said, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm George Gracey, the owner of the mansion you're so terrified of." A confused look appeared on his face and he put his hand on his throat. "What's with this voice? I sound like someone on helium!" He said.

"What-…you-…huh?" Leila sputtered, confused.

"Allow me to explain," Paul…or rather, George, said politely, "The mansion that you're so afraid of, the one that gives you chills, the one that everyone says is haunted…is haunted.

"I'm the owner of the mansion…and I'm also dead. I've…er…temporarily borrowed your friend's body so I can get you to come to the house! Let's go!"

He grabbed Leila's arm and tried to pull her to the exit, but she stuck fast.

"Wait. You're a ghost? And you've possessed my best friend?" Leila asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, yes," George said, "But it's necessary! You're the only one who can help us!"

"If your mind is in Paul's body, then where's HIS mind?"

"Er…" George faltered. "I couldn't tell you. I don't know much about Leota's magic."

"I want to know where he is," Leila demanded, gripping George's arm tightly.

"Ow!" He yelped. He stared at his arm for a second, and then smiled.

"Hey! I felt pain! I haven't felt pain like that in over a hundred years!" he said happily.

Leila stared at him, still slightly in the dark. Where was Paul? And would she really have to go to that dark, forboding mansion?

The wind instantly ceased, causing everything that was flying about to suddenly drop. Leota fell with a thud onto her table, and Little Leota scurried over to put her back on the pedestal.

"Now what mommy?" the girl asked.

"Well, all we have to do is wait. The spell should've worked…"

But as soon as Leota said those words, the wind started up again. It wasn't as strong this time, and Leota and her daughter watched in confusion as George reappeared, lying on the floor. He moaned and sat up, his eyes still shut.

"George?" Leota asked apprehensively.

Paul felt extremely groggy. He was experiencing a lightheaded sensation, and when he opened his eyes everything was blurry.

"Leila?" he asked groggily. All he could see was a bright green light.

A voice had asked if he was George, and he figured he should respond.

"George? I'm not George…I'm Paul."

"Oops," Leota muttered.

"What's going on?" Paul asked. His vision was getting better, and he realized that his voice was much deeper than it usually is, and his usual baggy clothes felt tight and uncomfortable.

"Hey…Paul, is it?" Leota asked embarrassedly. She quickly read through the spell and realized that she had made a mistake.

It was SOUL into another's life, not MIND!

"Yeah…it's Paul…"

"Hi!" Leota said brightly, "I'm Madame Leota. You might be wondering where you are."

Paul's vision finally cleared up and he saw a woman's head inside a green crystal ball and a little girl in a white dress, who was gawking at him.

"Oh my god," He said, stumbling awkwardly to his feet. He felt taller, and looked down. He realized that he was wearing a gray tuxedo instead of his usual hoodie.

"Am I dead?" Paul gasped. The last thing he remembered was heading to history, and then everything went black.

"Well, uh…technically, yes."

"What?"

"Er…how do I explain this…" Leota mused to herself. This could be a challenge.

"I've been trying to get messages to your friend, but she ignored them. So I sent the master of the house, George Gracey, to bring her here. But since he's dead, I had to…well…send him and possess you."

"You mean there's a ghost in my body right now? And I'm in his?" Paul found a mirror on the wall and walked over to it, staring at his reflection in shock. He had black hair and thick sideburns, and bright blue eyes. He reached out to touch the mirror, but when it reached the surface his hand continued, going through the mirror.

"Holy crap. I AM dead." He stared at his other hand and watched as it became blue and transparent, then normal again.

"Don't worry," Leota said quickly, "As soon as George comes back we can get you back to normal. But in the meantime, enjoy yourself."

Paul raised an eyebrow.

"You're the master of this mansion – nobody knows about the spell. You are basically in charge of this whole place.

But there is one small, minute detail I have to warn you about…" Leota added. Just as Paul was about to ask what it was, the door burst open.

Atticus was standing in the doorway, his eyes bright red with rage, fuming.

"LEOTA! How DARE you make a fool out of me like that!" He yelled angrily.

"Who's that?" Paul asked Leota, oblivious to Atticus' real powers.

"That's…why we have to get your friend here. He has power over ghosts…and since you are one now, you need to be careful." Madame Leota warned.

Atticus turned to who he thought was George.

"Get out of my sight. This is between Leota and me."

He aimed his palm at Paul, and before he knew it he was flying out of the room and crashed through a second story window.

Paul landed on a dirt path with a thud, and realized that he didn't feel any pain.

"Well," he breathed, getting up and dusting off his pants, "At least that didn't hurt."

He looked around, and realized that he was at a huge gate. And past that gate was the largest cemetary he had ever seen.

"Holy shittake mushrooms!" Paul yelped in a very un-George-like way. He realized that the graveyard was full of ghosts – and some of them were staring at him.

"Uh…carry on," he tried to say in his most dignified voice. They shrugged and continued on with their normal activites.

Paul smiled. Leila could take her time if she wanted to…